dick

Chris had been sitting in the hotel room for over an hour. Sure he was a little early as he wanted to be there to make sure all was good. But Kelly was more then 30 minutes late. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. A few hours ago he was at home masturbating when he had an idea. He’d post an ad on craigslist and see what came of it.



“Horny guy looking for horny girl. I’ve always had this fantasy of having a women sit on my chest and masturbating herself, while I can not touch. Interested?? Email me back. No sex, no pressure. I don’t really care to know your name. I will get a hotel you can come in get off and leave if that’s what you want. Its all up to you.”



Kelly was one of the first to respond. She seemed all about it. She found it thrilling for someone to watch her. She wanted to fool around on her web cam, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted the touch. He wanted that smooth skin to lay on him, even if he could do nothing back to it. Infact that little tidbit seemed to make Kelly more about it. He remembered her voice perking up when she asked that I wouldn’t touch and just watch. He told her she had absolute control. He sat back down on the bed, knocked back another shot of tequila. Something to loosen him up. Well the pot was working much better then that. He figured he better stop before, he lost some of that control. He was loose. He took another hit from the joint. Right then there was a knock at the door. It startled him. He got up and looked out the peep hole. Sure enough there stood Kelly. He opened the door, and she walked in. She was more beautiful then her pictures. She was pale with long black hair, with a red streak. She was wearing black eyeliner and lip stick. Her eyes were big and brown. It made her sort of innocent looking. The small short nose helped too. Her lips also small were full. Infact everything about her was small. She could be no more then 5 feet tall. She was dressed in a sheer red blouse that let you see her little tits beneath; it was tied right beneath them. She had a playboy belly ring. Her skirt was red and black plaid, and very short. For a little girl she had some ass. He couldn’t wait t see her pussy.



Kelly’s eyes widen when she saw him. He was huge. She was a little girl, compared to this man. She liked that he didn’t shave; he was trimmed and not bushy. He was at least a foot or more taller then her. He was probably north of 250. She liked big guys. They always seemed to be gentle and sweet. She had talked to Chris earlier, and he definitely seemed that way. He was definitely nervous as was she. But he didn’t seem to have much confidence in himself. Yet here he was. She had sat in her car wondering if she could do this. She told her friend sheer she would be going. He was still a stranger and she had to be careful. Then she played with her self to get her going a little bit. She was going to ravaged herself tonight, and he was going to watch. If he was good he would get what they both really wanted.



Chris saw that she was looking at the ashtray. “Take a hit if you want.” “Don’t mind if I do.” Kelly brought it up her lips and took a hit. He had good stuff. Better then what she brought. She put it out she wanted to save some for later. She walked over to him and pulled up his shirt. She was ready. Her thong was soaked with her juices of anticipation. She hadn’t worn a bra, that way her nipples would rub against her blouse.



“Lay on the bed.”



Chris couldn’t believe this was happening. He laid down and put his hands under him. Kelly straddled him. He good see her red panties, and that all ready there was a dark spot. She pressed herself down on him, and her skirt covered up her wet spot. She leaned forward and he could feel her wetness on his chest.



“So I can touch myself and you wont do anything, right??” She reached under her skirt. He nodded.



Her hand went deeper. It was a shame that she kept her skirt on he couldn’t see anything. He could feel her hand on his chest and her fingers were moving . If only he could see.



Kelly had pushed her hand on to his chest and then lowered her pussy on to her index finger, and let it slowly rub inside her. Chris eyes were attached to her skirt. She knew he wanted to see what she was doing. She liked to keep that anticipation a little longer. She moved her thumb up to her clit and grazed it. She let out a moan.



“Do you want to see me.” “Whatever you want babe, but you know I wouldn’t mind.”



She took her hand out and rested it by his chin. With the other she loosened and undid her skirt, throwing it next to his head. She licked her fingers. He loved how she tasted. Always sweet but with a little hint of salt. She stood up and pushed her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She picked them up then even smelled sweet. She sat down again on his chest, and put the thong on his head. She put the straps on the back of his head and made sure that her wet stain was over his mouth.



“This is so not fair.” “No one said life was fair , but if you be good I’m sure it will work out for you in the end.”



Chris could smell and taste her sweetness. It was wonderful. He was all ready hard and could do nothing about it. He was busting to get up flip her over and push himself deep in to her. A deal was a deal however, and he wanted to see what she was going to do to herself. She had sat herself back on his chest. This time she was leaning back and her pussy was so close to his face.



Kelly was feeling so hot. Especially after seeing his eyes open up when she put the thong over his mouth, and then sat her pussy as close as she could with out sitting on his face. Her pussy had swollen. Her outer lips were fully engorged, it made it look like a little flat ass. But behind was something special. Because they were covered when she got excited, her inner lips and clit were very sensitive. She could get herself off in no time if she wanted. But this she was going to make sure took a while. She moved her outer lips apart and traced them with her other hand. It felt so good. She let out a little moan. She then slid her index finger inside her. She was very tight she could feel her pussy grab her finger and pull it in deeper. She wondered how deep she was and what she could handle. She had brought some toys, big toys, as she wanted to see what she could handle.



Kelly hadn’t had dick in 6 years, when back in high school. She dumped her boyfriend when they graduated, and went to college as a free bird. It was then that she experimented with women and never looked back. Her rules were always that they could not have toys. If she wanted something more then a finger, she would go out and get it. Tonight she decided to get it.



Kelly got up and went to her bag. Inside was a rather large dildo, with veins to be more life like. She walked back and straddled Chris. She put the dildo on his chest, length wise. It was way to big to get in her. She normally got maybe three fingers in to her pussy, and she could feel herself being stretched too much. She rubbed herself back and forth on the dildo, the ridges felt great on her swollen lips. The dildo was getting all wet and she was pushing down on it harder. Grinding. Faster. Harder. She let out a scream of pleasure and laid down on Chris chest.



Chris was stunned. This little girl had just exploded all her juices on his chest. There was a little pool collecting in his belly button. He wondered how she tasted. He bet it was a very sweet nectar. She was laying on the dildo and his chest breathing heavy.



“That was great.” “I’ve never came so easily before… I’m so hot.” “You are very beautiful.” “You just want to fuck my pussy….. You know what…. I’m going to let you. But not quiet yet.”



Kelly could feel the bulge that had instantly pushed up in to her thigh, as she rests there. She moves up and reaches back and rubs on it a little bit. It gets bigger. She slaps it. Chris lets out a little yelp.



“What the hell.” “Not yet… I said.”



Kelly is really going to push this guy till he can’t stand it and just has his way with her. She turns around and moves her pussy to right over his head. She spreads her lips. She can feel that its on fire, and the wetness that is everywhere. Even dripping down her thighs, and on to Chris’s face.



Chris is staring at this lovely pink pussy. He closes his eyes. He wants to just stick his tongue out and push it deep inside her. He feels little droplets hit his face. He hopes one will hit his mouth so he can know her taste. His dick is at full mast and pressing against his pants. It wants what his tongue wants. He has to be patient.



Kelly is amazed at this guy’s will power. She is staring at his hard cock, and she can feel herself slowly loosing hers. She moved her hand between your legs and spreads her lips. She pushed a finger in to her hole, and moaned. It filled her, and she had to push it hard in to her. She leaves the finger in her and moves her thumb to her clit. Rubbing over it slowly at first… pressing harder as she feels herself reaching her apex. Her body rocks with pleasure and she quivers. She cums and collapses down on to Chris.



Chris had gotten his wish. When Kelly came, her fingers forced her to squirt her juices over his face. She did taste sweet. He wanted more though. But he didn’t want to chance it. This girl was fucking herself like a champ, and he didn’t have to do anything. He decided to test the water, and blew on her pussy. It clenched, but she didn’t respond. Hmmm. He pushed his tongue out of his mouth and up to her pussy, lightly grazing it and pulled back. She seemed to move a little closer.



Kelly was breathing hard and catching her breath after fucking her little pussy. She felt a blast of air on her pussy. “What is he doing” She though. She waited to see what he would do next. She felt a moist flick on her lips. She scooted back ever so slightly. It had been for what seemed like forever. She noticed he was going down. She couldn’t have that. She smiled. Reached in to his pants and brought out his dick and put it in to her mouth. She forgot what a dick had tasted like, it wasn’t nearly as good as pussy. But it was good in another way. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it. Quickly it was up and ready for action again.



Chris sat in shock that she had not done anything. Then as he was wondering what to do next he felt her pull his cock out of his pants and put it in her mouth. He let out a moan. He was hard again and she was jerking him off. He moved his hands out from under him and pulled her outer lips apart and dove in to her pinkness. It was so soft and sweet. She pushed back in to his mouth. She was moaning loudly and all ready breathing hard. Then he felt Kelly move his tongue up and down his shaft.



Kelly was loving this so much, she was moaning hard. The guy could eat pussy, he must have had a good teacher, in the past. She realized that she was lost in her own pleasure that she had stopped pumping his cock. She moved back and started moving the tip of her tongue up and down his shaft. He moaned between licks of her pussy. She moved her tongue around his head, and pushed it in to her mouth. She didn’t get much in b4 she reversed as her gag reflex prevented her from going father. It would be a long time b4 she could get more then a few inches in. Her pussy was stretching to allow something in. It was the time of his finger. She felt her body start to shake. She was going to climax. A guy had never made her orgasm before. She couldn’t let him finish her before she got him off. It was too late. His tongue was deep inside her pussy. Her pussy spasmed and her body shook. Waves ran thru her. She reached up and twisted a nipple. She was screaming “yes”, but it was like it was from someone far away. Chris was moving his tongue in circles around her outer lips and then in to her pinkness. Thrusting his tongue like a little cock in to her hot wet hole. She was moaning and shifting her hips. He moved down to her hot pink button and pushed his tongue flat on to it. He moved it up and down feeling the clit cross his tongue. He laid back and started grazing his tongue over her clit. Her pussy spasmed a little, he figured she was close. He moved his index finger to her entrance and kept his tongue on her clit. He pushed the finger half in and she gripped it like a vise. She was tight like a virgin. He was surprised, a hot piece of ass like this. She took care of herself. He wiggled his finger and moved it in and out. That was it. He heard her scream of pleasure, and her body shook. Milky white cum ran out of her hole. He licked it up and smiled.



Kelly caught her breath and went back to work. He was going to cum and was going to cum now. She stroked him hard and fast. She worked the head of his penis like she was turning a door knob with her tongue. She squeezed the base of his dick. She was going to cum on her time. She licked up and down his shaft again. Then brought it in her mouth again. She kept it in there and worked her tongue around it. She could feel his dick jump and knew he was about to go. She went back to stroking him fast and sucking on his head. He moaned loudly and pushed his dick up in to her mouth. It was then she felt a warm substance flow in to her mouth. She went down on his dick and let it all come in. She kept him in her mouth till she felt she had it all. She sat up and swallowed. It was salty, not particularly great. She had never swallowed before.



Chris had felt Kelly move back on his dick. Her mouth was wonderful, wet and warm, not as tight as a pussy though. He moaned as she moved down on his dick, she jerked back. He grinned. She went back to sucking his head. He wasn’t going to be up for much longer. She was stroking his dick hard and fast. He continued to moan. He was trying to make it last longer, but her tongue was working him over. Her mouth was still around his head as he came. He couldn’t believe she swallowed.



Kelly laid down on to Chris’s chest, and looked back. Chris had a smile on his face, she realize she did too. She decided to kiss him, and then did. She moved her tongue in to his mouth and felt his. He responded and there tongues fought for space. He moved his hands in to her hair. He felt strong. They tongue wrestled till she felt a poke in her thigh. He was hard again. She sat up and faced him.



“I think its time you fuck me.”



Chris heard the words and smiled. He got up and laid her down on her back. Kelly grabbed his shaft and lead it to her entrance. He pushed it in and didn’t get very far. She was super tight, making a virgin look like a whore. Kelly screamed in pleasure, she had never been stretched so far. She relaxed, and moved her legs apart, and his dick slid in farther. He began to fuck her and she moaned in pleasure. Chris moved his dick as far in to her as he could and pulled it back out, and pushed it back in. The feeling of her around him was wonderful. And teasing her was just making her more wet and moan louder. He started fucking her little pussy harder.



“Ohhhh god… fuck me…. Fuck my pink cunt… ahhhhh….. mmmmmmmm…..yes…. fuck me.”



Kelly was screaming, she was in ecstasy. Dick felt so good in her hot pussy. It stretched her but there was no pain, just pleasure. He continued penetrating her pinkness.



“Your so tight baby… hot and wet…. Mmmmm…. You like being fucked don’t you… you little whore.”



They fucked long in to the night.



Chris woke up the next morning. He was alone. The sheets were wet, and he was all sticky. Did that really happen? He wondered. Next to him on the bed stand was a note. “Thanks for the wonderful time. 555-555-5555.. Your little slut Kelly.” With a lipstick kiss.



Kelly had snuck out early. She didn’t want the awkwardness. She was also sore. She left a note, and had kissed his cheek. He better call.

I woke up and stared up at my bed. I had grown tired of sleeping on it; it made me comfortable enough to dream. After all the wars; I didn’t want to dream. I threw off the blanket and stared at my eighteen year-old face in the mirror of my hotel room. Hmph, after ninety years, you think it would’ve made a difference on my appearance after all the times I’ve been shot, beaten, stabbed, and hell, how many times I’ve killed myself, but no. I walked out of the hotel with only the clothes on my back. It’s time for a new day at school.



At this school, I’m starting out as a junior under some forged papers that I made. I could occasionally pass as a junior, as long as I made my voice a little higher, hunkered down a bit from my 6’5″ normal height, and didn’t accidentally tear any desks apart.



I walked into the school labeled, “Martin Luther King Jr. High,” It was running through my mind of how many other, ‘Martin Luther King Jr. High’s’ I’d graduated from. Six.



I walked into the office and said in my high voice, “Hi, I’m Zachary; I’m here for my first day of school. Can I have my schedule please?” I said to the obviously annoyed desk attendant.



“Sure, kid. Zachary? Do you have a last name?” She asked, smacking her gum as she stared at me.



“Yeah, Elliot,” I said to her. I was going to use my real name at this school to avoid as much confusion as possible. I’d run into some situations that were hard to get out of when I used a fake name.



“Alright then, here it is. Enjoy your day, Mr. Elliot,” she said to me as I turned and left the office.



‘Great, here goes another boring four years of High School,’ I thought. I spent nearly the entire day listening to heartbeats, quiet conversations in the room I was in and rooms throughout the school, and deciding on what I was going to make myself this year. History geek? Football jock? The pussy magnet? Gothic kid? I’ve been all of them, I think of it sort of as an experiment. I’ll just survey the people here and check it out. Everyone in the classroom was extremely diverse.



There was an extremely attractive clique of girls on the opposite side of the classroom; they may be the reason to be a pussy magnet. There was a group of girls wearing dark clothing, all attractive as well. This was going to be a tough decision. I closed my eyes and found it easy to see myself fucking all of the clique girls at once, but the Goth girls were a different story. My sexual thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone coming over to my desk.



“Hey, what’s your name, kid?” The jock said.



“Well, it’s not, ‘kid;’ so don’t call me that,” I replied smartly. I could hear the jock’s heart-rate rise as my comment angered him. I figure it angered him even more that I wasn’t removing my sunglasses or even opening my eyes to acknowledge him.



“Listen, I saw you eyeing my girlfriend over there, don’t do it again or I’ll kick your ass, got it?” He said.



“Don’t threaten me, you won’t be able to play football if it goes too far,” I said threateningly, still not opening my eyes.



“Are you trying to start something, stupid?” He said.



“No, I’m trying to get you to go back and take your seat.” I said innocently.



“Well it’s not going to work,” He said. I heard the wind shift as he pulled his fist back and accelerated it forward at an alarming speed. I reached up my hand and caught his fist with extreme ease. I tightened my grip around his fist with the tiniest of fractions of my strength and snapped several bones in his hand.



“Agh! What the fuck?” He yelled in pain. It happened too quickly for his eyes to see. I pulled his arm behind his back, and pushed his knee in so his legs buckled and he fell onto the floor. Just so I could see him on the ground, I opened my eyes.



“Son, do you understand why you’re here?” The principle asked.



“Because I defended myself and put the jock in a submissive position when he assaulted me?” I said, smartly.



“You’re here because you violated school rules of violence on the first day back from summer. Because this is mostly Mr. Johnson’s fault, we’re going to excuse you,” He said. “I’m going to ask that you take off those glasses in the school,” He added.



“Yes, sir,” I said as I removed them.



“Now, will you just answer one question for me?” He asked.



“Sure, what do you want to know?” I replied.



“How did you break his hand? By the X-Ray, the doctor says you broke most of the bones in his hand, and by the way you described what happened, you wouldn’t have much time to do that,” He said.



I got up and left the room. I can’t tell anybody the reason because I don’t even know how I can do it. I can hear things that other people can’t, I’ve got the strength of fifty men and then some, and, most importantly, I don’t age.



“Dude, are you the kid that kicked Eli’s ass?” Some guy asked me.



“That depends, was that the asshole who attempted to hit me?” I said smartly.



“Well, yeah, I guess so,” the kid said.



“Then yes. I kicked his ass, why?” I asked.



“Because dude, he was a dick to pretty much everybody in school. We’re all thankful that he’s out for a while. Some girls said that they’ll thank the dude who did it,” The kid said.



“Okay… And this concerns you, how?” I said.



“Well… Nobody really knew who it was, I was wondering if I could tell people it was me,” The kid said shyly.



“Umm… Sure, kid. Why not,” I said.



“Oh my god, dude, thanks! I’m going to get so much pussy for this,” The kid said as he walked quickly away to a group of girls talking about the exact same subject. I listened intently to the subject with my oversensitive hearing.



“I heard the guy broke his hand in like four different places, I wonder how good he is at other things with his hands…”



“Hey ladies,” The kid said.



“Umm, who the fuck are you?” The girl said.



“I’m the guy who kicked Eli’s ass,” He said.



“Oh, sorry; I didn’t know. Umm… Listen, I’ve been feeling kind of vulnerable lately and I was wondering if you could come over later and teach me some of those moves that you pulled on Eli,” She said, catching herself. I could hear her heartbeat skip a step and then begin beating abruptly.



“Sure, anything you want, just to let you know, I can get pretty out of control if I get too in to it,” He said, hinting a sexual undertone. Her heartbeat skipped another beat and started beating even faster. Did this story really have that much of an effect on girls at this school?



“Oh, well, um. I’ll be sure to tell you if you get too rowdy,” She said. She was also playing a game, she winked at him and his heartbeat picked up the pace.



I lost interest in the conversation because I knew where it was heading. The bell rang for school to end and I left as quickly as possible, nowhere to go. I began wandering around downtown. Of all the chatters and yelling I heard through the building walls, I heard some communication line interference. Like two people on the same line were standing too close. I turned into a dark alley and ducked behind a trash can. I tried to isolate the sound itself to see what the people were talking about.



“*Static* Sir, the target just went into an alley, he probably heard us approaching or the command aler-*Static*,” A man said.



Shit. Who is looking for me now? I moved my head around the alley corner just enough to see two very inconspicuous men walking towards the alley. Both looked different somehow, their heart rates were normal as well. Did whoever that was commanding not fill them in on who they were up against. I moved even further into the alley, if this was going to get messy I wanted them in a place where it would be difficult for someone to find the bodies.



The two men came around the corner and I stayed behind the trash can. One of the men either stopped walking or he suddenly became the quietest person on the planet. A small cloud of smoke in the shape of a man suddenly formed in front of me. The smoky hand moved up toward my face and then materialized into an actual hand. The grip firmly grasped my neck, harder than anything I had ever felt.



‘What the hell? How did he get here?’ I thought to myself. The hand picked me up off of the ground and held me in the air.



“Are you Zachary Elliot?” The man asked. I took the brief second to judge the opponent, about my height, blonde hair, and by the grip around my neck, strong. Very strong.



“No, who the hell is that?” I lied.



“Funny, I’ve got several pictures. Some are from World War II. They all look strangely like you.” The brunette man behind me said.



Before either of them could take another breath, I summoned all my strength and took a blow at the man holding me by the throat. This punch was enough to catch him off guard and break his neck, killing him.



The brunette man behind me caught my back and tried to strangle me, he wouldn’t be the first to try. I threw him over my shoulder and into another dumpster in front of me. That should’ve broken his back; it didn’t. He god back up and threw a punch at my face only for it to be caught by my fist just inches away. I had to use nearly all my strength to push his fist back and return another punch to his face. He fell onto the ground and attempted to get up. I punched him again, knocking him back down to the ground and then stomped on his face as hard as I could. Finally, the strange pair of super men was dead.



I left the alley as fast as I could, ‘Who the hell were those guys?’ I thought to myself. How were they as strong as me? Did they have the same abilities? If so, why didn’t they get back up? All these questions flew around my head as I broke into a flat out run down the street in order to get away from the scene.



“…he’s alive; he’s on the run down Garrison Avenue, Southbound…” Another transmission said. This time it was a female’s voice. I could hear a heartbeat close by, but I couldn’t find the owner, followed by a rush of air, sounds like someone raising a handgun to aim; again I could not find the owner.



My searching was interrupted by the sting of something in my neck. I looked down, a dart. ‘Did someone seriously think a friggin dart would take me down? That’s pathetic!” I thought. Dizziness overcame me, ‘What the hell? This has never happened before. This is a bad day.’ I fell hard to onto my knees. A woman suddenly appeared in front of me. She was beautiful, was I dying finally dying and this is my angel, I hope so.



“You’re going to be okay, Zachary,” I heard her sweet voice through the haze and the growing silence around me. My eyes were starting to have a tunnel vision effect. I was losing the sight of her beautiful face, those green eyes. No! I lunged up in an effort to hold her, our lips met and she shoved me back to the ground. I was finally unconscious.



*TWO*



“Zachary? Can you hear me? Nurse, I think he’s coming around, go get the professor, quick!” I heard a beautiful voice say. My eyes fluttered open and I was on a table, why was I strapped down? Fuck, I didn’t die. I looked over and saw the same beautiful woman.



“Who are you?” I asked.



“The person who saved your ass,” She replied



“Wait, didn’t you shoot me?” I said bluntly.



“Yes,” She said plainly.



“Pardon my lack of deductive reasoning skills, how in hell did that save me?” I said.



“Well, it was either shoot you with elephant tranquilizer or risk fighting you and expose us to the people who wanted to kill you,” She said.



“Yeah, like you could last five seconds in a fight with me, honey.” I said.



She suddenly disappeared into thin air. I heard the sound of her getting up. She reappeared, he face just inches away from mine. I wanted to kiss her so badly.



“You can’t fight what you can’t see,” She said warningly.



“I guess that’s why god, or whatever the hell did this to me, blessed me with super hearing,” I said snarkily. “I’ve got three questions for you. One: Why am I here, two: why am I strapped down, three: What’s your name?” I said the third one as flirtily as possible.



“You’re here because the professor has some interest in you. You’re strapped down because I’m afraid you’re going to try and kiss me again, and I’m Amanda,” She said, her voice flat. Her eyes never left the door.



“Well, who’s the professor?” I asked.



“You said you only had three questions,” She sighed.



The metallic doors opened quickly and a balding man stepped through.



“Zachary! It’s so good to see you again,” The strange old man said.



“Do I know you?” I asked.



“You don’t remember me, I’m insulted. Amanda, remove those shackles, you shouldn’t try to chain every man up who kisses you, you should be flattered that such a wonderful man tried to do so,” The professor said.



“Listen, old man, I don’t know who you are,” I said.



“My name is Caleb Fleming; you served with my father in the Second World War. You saved his life too,” He said.



“Wait, you’re James’ kid?” I said.



“Precisely,” he said.



“I was there when your mother gave birth to you, she died doing so. Your father was devastated,” I said apologetically.



“Yes, he was. He took his own life several months later. He only left me a note saying to find you and rescue you from whatever boring life you have when I could,” the professor said.



“Well, Sergeant Fleming was a far greater man than I will be,” I said.



“As that may be, in the letter, my father told me to be as much of a mentor to you as possible, teach you all that I’ve learned. And now, I have actual teachers to do that. I personally enrolled you in my academy for, ‘gifted,’ children,” He said.



“Gifted, you mean like super powers?” I asked.



“Precisely, the new semester starts up tomorrow and you’ll be assigned a roommate. There’s no need to pretend here, you just have to be you,” He said knowingly.



“Great, I need to buy some clothes though; I only have what’s on my back,” I said.



“I know, I already bought you a month’s worth of clothes. They’re sitting against that wall, I think there are three duffle bags,” He said to me.



The next morning, the professor took me to my room and I set my clothes in the dresser. My roommate had already unpacked, organized, and left the room to explore; the professor informed me.



“Well, here’s your class schedule and a map of the school,” He said, “Find me if you have any trouble with anything.”



“Alright, thanks for ev-,” he was already gone.



I sat on my bed and closed my eyes, trying to focus on what’s going on in the rooms next to me. I could hear two old friends hugging in the room to my right. Two roommates talking about some girls they had back home, by their heart rates, one of them was lying.



To my luck, I managed to phone in on Amanda, by my guess; she was two hallways forward and three rooms to the left of mine.



“… You’re lucky, professor made me save this jerk today, this guy could not stop staring at me, like he could read my thoughts or something,” Amanda said.



“If the professor wants him, he probably can, that weirdo Drew will have some competition then,” The other girl said.



“I don’t know, there’s something about this guy, though, it’s like he’s older than he is, wiser, like he already knows what I’m going to do. And he’s actually pretty cute,” She said.



“Well then go for it, he’s probably different then all these other pussy chasing guys who think they’re hot shit because they can set stuff on fire with their minds,” Hannah said.



“Yeah, I prefer guys who wouldn’t set my house on fire if they got angry too,” A voice in front of me said. I jumped and swung at the intruder. He vanished for a second and then reappeared on the other bed in the room, now holding an apple.



“What the hell?” I said.



“The name is Drew, pleased to make your acquaintance,” he said.



“What are you doing in here?” I asked.



“What kind of dumb ass question is that? I’m your roommate,” He said.



“Well, why did you say that before,” I asked.



“I can read your mind,” He said plainly, more interested in the apple than our conversation.



“Ah, so you have telepathy, anything else I should be aware of?” I asked.



“Well, as you saw before, I can also teleport, plus I’m working on my telekinesis,” He said, still more interested in the apple.



“Jesus, you’re a mind freak,” I said, “Any other powers?”



“Not really, I can juggle like a mo- fo, though,” He said, completely serious.



“Uh-huh,” I said. I started sizing the man up, long, emo- style hair, black makeup and black clothes. I got roomed with a Goth kid.



“Hey, I’m not Goth, I hated people before it was cool,” He said.



“Will you stop reading my mind?” I said.



“Well, no. I can’t, I can only focus it on one person.”



“Well, focus it on someone else, damn it,” I barked back.



“It’s a lot harder to do than you think, I can hear it, I can’t just tune it out. Can you tune out how you hear everything?” He said.



“Yes, only because I’ve been alive for a hundred years,” I said back.



“Woah, I’m only eighteen,” He said.



“I am too, kinda. I’ve not aged since 1930. I’ve been in every war since. You don’t know how many people I’ve killed, how many officers, Enlisted men, civilians… I can hardly sleep through all of the nightmares,” I explained to him.



“So, you can’t die, age, or be hurt, super hearing? Anything else?” He asked.



I picked up one of his thirty-five pound dumbbells and bent it into the shape of a heart; then bent it back.



“Oh, well you’re basically the perfect soldier. If any side had you, they’d win eventually,” He concluded.



Drew leaned back against the wall while sitting on his bed; he held the apple core flat out in his hand and concentrated for a second. The core hesitantly floated a few inches above his hand and settled back down; Drew let out a breath as if he had just run a mile.



At that moment, Amanda stepped in the room. “Zach, um, hey. I just wanted to let you know, our first classes start tomorrow. We’ve got first and second class together,” She said, smiling. Her heart rate picked up a little. She started twiddling her thumbs.



“Oh, thanks, Amanda,” I said, trying to be inconspicuous to the fact that I heard that she was probably going to flirt with me and try a lot more. But the other, more dominant and horny part of me decided to keep going, “Umm, will you show me around the school?” Drew smirked; the bastard. Stop listening to me, listen to her. Tell me what she said later. I’ll see you tonight. “Bye, Drew!” I said, in a fake, corny, overly friendly way.







“This is the courtyard, where people try and perfect certain aspects of their abilities,” She said, grabbing a hold of my left arm and pointing to my right to the group of people sparring. A kid’s hands lit on fire and he threw a punch at one of the smallest girls I’ve ever seen. She countered by grabbing his elbow and shoulder and slamming him onto the ground; super strength definitely. She followed that by blowing freezing air onto his hands, thus putting them out and keeping him frozen to the ground. Didn’t expect that…



“Watch out!” She did her best to throw me to the ground; I heard something large rapidly approaching from our backs. I read her movements and her words and grabbed the both of us and put her under me and shielded her from whatever was coming so quickly.



An explosion thudded on the ceiling directly above where they were laying. Fire, debris and ash covered my back and singed my clothes and skin. I poked my head up and looked around to see if where it had come from. I remembered Amanda and moved to the side. She fainted.



“Dude! I am so sorry, I didn’t know how big that was going to get,” A long haired young boy said. He was maybe around fifteen. “Woah… Your back, man it’s burned bad. We’ve got to get you to the hospital wing,” He touched the gnarly burn wound on my back. Even as he moved toward me, it started to heal before his eyes.



“It’s fine, be more careful. Practice that out in the open field near the entrance. You’re less likely to kill someone there,” I said jokingly. He smiled feebly, gave more apologies and left.

I scooped Amanda up and took her to her room. There was a cute girl sitting on a bed listening to an iPod and reading a magazine. She looked up and her heart rate sped up as she saw me holding her roommate. I suppose she thought she was dead or something. Both of us were covered in dirt and I had a huge burn down my shirt to where it limply hung from one sleeve and fell off as I set Amanda down on the bed.



“Is she alright? Who are you?” Hannah asked, not really caring about Amanda. Just the fact that there was a 6’5″ man with naturally sculpted abs and no shirt on standing a few inches from her.



“It’s a lot harder to do than you think, I can hear it, I can’t just tune it out. Can you tune out how you hear everything?” He said.



“Yes, only because I’ve been alive for a hundred years,” I said back.



“Woah, I’m only eighteen,” He said.



“I am too, kinda. I’ve not aged since 1930. I’ve been in every war since. You don’t know how many people I’ve killed, how many officers, Enlisted men, civilians… I can hardly sleep through all of the nightmares,” I explained to him.



“So, you can’t die, age, or be hurt, super hearing? Anything else?” He asked.



I picked up one of his thirty-five pound dumbbells and bent it into the shape of a heart; then bent it back.



“Oh, well you’re basically the perfect soldier. If any side had you, they’d win eventually,” He concluded.



Drew leaned back against the wall while sitting on his bed; he held the apple core flat out in his hand and concentrated for a second. The core hesitantly floated a few inches above his hand and settled back down; Drew let out a breath as if he had just run a mile.



At that moment, Amanda stepped in the room. “Zach, um, hey. I just wanted to let you know, our first classes start tomorrow. We’ve got first and second class together,” She said, smiling. Her heart rate picked up a little. She started twiddling her thumbs.



“Oh, thanks, Amanda,” I said, trying to be inconspicuous to the fact that I heard that she was probably going to flirt with me and try a lot more. But the other, more dominant and horny part of me decided to keep going, “Umm, will you show me around the school?” Drew smirked; the bastard. Stop listening to me, listen to her. Tell me what she said later. I’ll see you tonight. “Bye, Drew!” I said, in a fake, corny, overly friendly way.







“This is the courtyard, where people try and perfect certain aspects of their abilities,” She said, grabbing a hold of my left arm and pointing to my right to the group of people sparring. A kid’s hands lit on fire and he threw a punch at one of the smallest girls I’ve ever seen. She countered by grabbing his elbow and shoulder and slamming him onto the ground; super strength definitely. She followed that by blowing freezing air onto his hands, thus putting them out and keeping him frozen to the ground. Didn’t expect that…



“Watch out!” She did her best to throw me to the ground; I heard something large rapidly approaching from our backs. I read her movements and her words and grabbed the both of us and out her under me and shielded her from whatever was coming so quickly.



An explosion thudded on the ceiling directly above where they were laying. Fire, debris and ash covered my back and singed my clothes and skin. I poked my head up and looked around to see if where it had come from. I remembered Amanda and moved to her side. She fainted.



“Dude! I am so sorry, I didn’t know how big that was going to get,” A long haired young boy said. He was maybe around fifteen. “Woah… Your back, man it’s burned bad. We’ve got to get you to the hospital wing,” He touched the gnarly burn wound on my back. Even as he moved toward me, it started to heal before his eyes.



“It’s fine, be more careful. Practice that out in the open field near the entrance. You’re less likely to kill someone there,” I said jokingly. He smiled feebly, gave more apologies and left.



I scooped Amanda up and took her to her room. There was a cute girl sitting on a bed listening to an iPod and reading a magazine. She looked up and her heart rate sped up as she saw me holding her roommate. I suppose she thought she was dead or something. Both of us were covered in dirt and I had a huge burn down my shirt to where it limply hung from one sleeve and fell off as I set Amanda down on the bed.



“Is she alright? Who are you?” Hannah asked, not really caring about Amanda; just the fact that there was a 6’5″ man with naturally sculpted abs and no shirt on standing a few inches from her.



“My name is Zach. Zach Elliot. Amanda and I were walking down the corridor around the court yard and some guy training sent a giant fire ball or something straight at us. She was lucky enough to warn me, I also heard it. I took the majority of the blast. I think she’s just fainted,” I replied back to her.



“Oh my god, are you okay?” She asked, suddenly tentative to me. She got up and looked me over even more, feeling my back and checking, quite thoroughly, for wounds.



“Yes,” I said, shrugging her off slightly, “One of my powers is super healing.”



“Oh. Well, alright,” She said, saddened a bit.



Amanda woke suddenly, “Zach, watch out!” She leaned up and forcefully grabbed a hold of me while I was looking down at her and I was sitting on the bed.



“Amanda, Amanda! It’s alright, we’re safe. You’re fine, right? Nothing hurts right now?” I asked.



“No, I’m fine. Are you okay? Why is your shirt off?” She asked suddenly. She definitely noticed my shirt was off and her heart skipped a beat.



“Well, I kinda put you down on the ground and jumped on top of you,” Her heart skipped another beat, “And the thing blew up on the ceiling and kinda of set me on fire. Don’t worry; it healed before I even really noticed.”



“Thank you for saving me, Zach. I don’t know how I can thank you,” I had just realized that she had never let go of me. She had only let her hands drop down to my waist. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.



I immediately pulled away. “Amanda, you don’t want to be with me, it’ll only end badly.”



“How?” She asked.



“Amanda, I never age. I’ll never leave you, but you’ll leave me. It’s happened so many times.”



“Didn’t the professor tell you? Zach, that’s the reason I know the professor. I haven’t aged since the mid forties. I doubt I ever will again,” She replied.



We sat there for a moment. She leaned in and kissed me again. I kissed back. She moved her hands up my back and began fondling my shoulder blades. My tongue snaked through her lips. After nearly a hundred years of experience, she was in for a good surprise. She was no novice herself, our tongues washed over each other like they had never tasted anything so beautiful. They hadn’t. I moved down and kissed her neck.



“Ahem!” Hannah said from aside.



We split apart and realized we had forgotten about the girl in the room watching us for the past two and a half minutes. “Oh… Umm, sorry,” Amanda said. Her beautiful face blushing as she brushed her tousled brunette hair out of her face and behind her ear, only for it to cutely fall back down to her face.



“I supposed I better be going,” I said, “Good bye Hannah.” I looked toward Amanda, “Umm, I’ll see you tomorrow?”



“Yes, you will,” She said as she smiled cutely at me. Her cheeks still flushed.



I leaned in and kissed her on the lips again. “Bye.”



“Bye,” She said as she waved goodbye.



I nearly ran into one of the women who looked over the women’s dorm. “Excuse me, sir. Why are you in the girl’s dorm?” She looked me up and down, “With your shirt off?”



“Umm… Long story. Really, it’s not what you think… I’ll be going now, ma’am,”



“That’s probably for the best,” She said.



I made my way in to the dorm room. Drew wasn’t there; he’d probably just pop in, though. He’s pretty good at that apparently. A heartbeat suddenly appeared on the bed behind me.



“Hey, Drew. What’s up?” I asked.



“Noth- Woah! You’ve been here for like three hours and you’ve already made out with Amanda?” He said surprised.



“Yeah. I’m really getting tired of that whole mind reading thing…” I said blatantly.



“I know, remember? I can tell if you’re lying, though. A trait you also share,” He said teleporting to his bed, an orange in his hand this time. “I’ll focus it on someone else.”



“Thanks, this girl named Hannah was feeling me up too. I felt so awkward,” I said, folding a blue t-shirt.



“Wait, Hannah touched you? Where!?” He said, suddenly a little tense. His heart rate picked up.



“My back. She was checking to see if I was burned,” I said. I thought about it, made sure he saw and felt the thought like I did.



“Oh… I’ve had a crush on her ever since the professor took me here. She thinks I’m a freak, though,” As he said this, the orange started levitating and hovered for a moment. He opened his eyes from a moment of sadness and the orange fell back into his hand.



“Shit! No wonder, I can’t even use my own power!” He said.



“Wait, think about Hannah again. Concentrate.”



Slowly, but surely, the orange began to levitate. It hovered for a solid minute and then it bobbed slightly. After a contorted look on Drew’s face, the orange began rotating and then began orbiting around Drew’s head. I smiled at him. The orange went in front of my face and flew around my head then slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the room.



“Oops…” Drew said, looking at the orange mess all over the room.



“How did you know where it went?” I asked.



“I can see it through your eyes when I was in your mind.”



“Woah… I’ve got a question,” I started, “Can you like, hit someone with your power?”



“I dunno… You being the invincible juggernaut that you are, wanna try it out?”



“Sure, but not in here, let’s go to the courtyard.”



Drew and I positioned ourselves roughly three meters apart. He adjusted his stance and I did mine. “Alright, Drew, concentrate. Think about,” Realizing we were around other people, “Umm… Her.”



“Got it,” He said, smiling.



Drew held up his hands as if to aim in some way. He had a sort of concentration that I’d never seen. WHAM, my left shoulder had been hit by a train, I flew twenty some feet and hit one of the stone pillars. It hurt. Another shirt ruined… Damn.



“Holy shit! Holy shit! Dude, are you okay?” Drew said as he sprinted over to me.



I flexed my shoulder and examined the tattered back of my shirt. “Yeah, peachy. That was amazing! You need to sign up for combat training class for the school!”



“I don’t know, there are some pretty tough guys there.”



“The two of us can take them,” I said, slapping him on the back. Knocking him to the ground with a thud.



“Oh, oops.”



——————-



I was walking to class, I felt like an actual student; learning something new for the first time in over fifty years. A heartbeat slowly approached, I turned around to see who it was. Nobody was there. Then I felt the warm lips press against mine. A beautiful girl slowly materialized in front of me.



“Well, heya,” I said when she pulled away and smiled.



“Heya, yourself,” She replied. “Follow me; I’ll show you our first class.”



I followed her into History. Okay, maybe something I have learned for forever. As the class went, I realized it was history told from the mutan- Gifted’s point of view. According them, a lot of historical figures were, “Gifted.”



I followed Amanda around the massive school for the first few periods. During our last one together, she passed me a note: “When we have lunch, meet me at the snack machines. -Amanda,” After which, she drew a heart. I looked at her and nodded.



“Mr…. Elliot, could you tell me how Frank Sinatra’s, “Gift,” Helped him with his musical career?



“No, sir. I knew the man personally and the bastard never told me that he ever had a gift.” The class laughed.



“Well, I’ll be sure to tell him you said that when I meet him in the after life.”



“Thanks.” Amanda looked over and giggled at me.



I smiled back at her.



I looked at the map on the paper the Professor gave me, the snack machines were pretty close to the dorms. I got there and I heard her heart beat but I couldn’t see her yet.



“Amanda, come on, let me see you,” I said.



“I keep forgetting that my heartbeat gives me away.”



“Yeah, it’s my only protection against those evil people who try to kill me,” I said, smirking toward the sound of her heart beat.



“Ah, is that so? You consider me evil? I may just have to change that.” Her heart beat got faster, she moved closer until I could feel her warm breath on my neck.



“Oh really, how is that?” I said suggestively. Moving forward the invisible woman, finding her lips, moving my arms around her back and pulling her closer.



“I’ll find some way,” She said in between breaths.



She materialized out of nowhere and pulled me behind the snack machines. Our touching getting more adulterated and our tongues exploring each others face and neck even more. I brought my tongue out of her mouth and kissed her cheek and began a long series of kisses that moved down her neck and to her shoulder and back up to her neck and around the front of it. I nibbled on her ear and listened to her heart skip a beat and as she took a deep intake of breath.



“You know, I still haven’t repaid you for saving me,” She said.



Her hand moved toward my jeans. They slowly fumbled for the belt, button, and finally the zipper. My hand moved up her shirt as she did this and scooped the bra aside. I felt her large C-Cup breasts in my hand for the first time. Her hand made their way into my pants and teased at the outside of my underwear. Her heart rate threatened to kill her when she grazed my manhood.



“Zach… You’re huge,” She said, gasping for air as she parted our lips.



“Thank you,” I said. I hurriedly pulled our faces back together.



Her hand found it’s way into my underwear and moved it’s length along my member.



“Jesus, Zach. You’re really huge,” She whispered again.



“Well, you’re very horny,” I said, kissing her neck and biting her ear lobe some more.



She pulled out my throbbing dick and gasped. I had to admit; though, her hand could barely fit around my ten inch member.



“Jesus,” She gasped as she tried to make a fist around it and barely succeeded in touching the tip of her middle finger to the bottom of her palm, “You must be ten inches long…” And she moved her hand up and down the length of my cock, “And almost three inches wide.”



“Exactly. You’re good at guessing,” I teased.



“I’m even better at something else,” She winked as she got down on her hands and knees in front of me. Making my manhood jump at the response. While at it’s full size, it could, however, grow harder. It did.



She moved her fist skillfully up and down my cock slowly and began to pick up the pace. “There’s just so much of it.”



She moved her head closer to my crotch and sent a lick along the ten inches from base to tip. Her tongue lingered around the tip and did circles around the head of my cock. She then shoved the massive purple head into her mouth. Warm wetness enveloped the first inch and a half of my cock. She then pulled my dick out of her mouth with a pop and used her saliva as lubricant and continued jerking me off with expert skill. She undid her long brunette hair from her pony tail and it fell down her long angular face to show off her beautiful green eyes.



She flipped her hair behind her head and moved her mouth closer to my dick. She teased the tip with her tongue some more and then continued to suck more and more of me into her at once. Footsteps echoed through my ears. “Amanda, someone’s coming, get up! Quick!”



Amanda ignored me and continued sucking me harder and harder. The person was maybe ten feet away from rounding the corner that led directly to us. Amanda suddenly deep throated me as much as she could, gripped the rest of my cock, and filled me with total ecstasy as I was in her throat. She then disappeared with my cock along with her. It appeared as if I was just leaning on the wall with my legs parted slightly and a bead of perspiration sliding down my right temple.



I brought my legs a little closer together and crossed my arms. The person rounded the corner and saw me leaning up against the wall.



“You okay, son?” An attractive teacher said, a hand full of papers in one hand and a bag of food in the other. “You look kind of sick. You have a fever?”



“No, ma’am. I just went for a run,” I smiled as innocently as I could with nearly half of my cock buried deep in Amanda’s mouth as she teased my shaft with her tongue, breathed through her nose, and gripped the base of my throbbing cock.



“Oh, well stay out of trouble, young man. Have a nice day,” She said.



“You too,” I said, almost a moan as Amanda pushed me deeper insider her throat.



Amanda reappeared and smiled up at me before going back to work on my cock as the footsteps faded.



“You’re amazing,” I said to her.



Her response was a gurgle of cock and her own saliva. After nearly fifteen minutes and her constantly working as hard as she could to make me relieve myself. I was near my climax.



“Unnhhhh…. Amanda, I’m about to cum. Oh, that feels good,” She let go of one of my ankles and cupped my balls.



She pulled my cock out of her mouth, “Good, you’ve got huge balls too. Hopefully your cum load is as big as your dick.”



She kept sucking as my knees buckled and I fell onto the wall just inches behind me.



“I’m cummmminnng!” I moaned and threw my head back into the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in years. I shot blast after blast after blast of cum into Amanda’s mouth. Her lips threatening to tear as her mouth was nearly filled with my cock in the first place. Amanda began sucking harder and harder as she swallowed as much as possible. My cum, after being sex free for months, was filling up her mouth too quickly and began leaking out both sides of her mouth as she kept swallowing.



“Oh god, that was so much cum. You didn’t disappoint, Zach.” She gasped as she finished swallowing, licked her lips, wiped off the cum on her face with her fingers, and licked her fingers clean.



“Neither did you,” I said, bringing her back close to me, “And I always pay my debt too.”



I spun her around so her back was to my chest. I sent my hands up the back of her shirt and removed her lacy black and pink bra. I pulled it out of her small pink tank top and dropped it on the ground. I sent my left hand up her front and began feeling her gorgeous tits. My right hand wandered down to her small skirt and felt the small patch of hair above her pussy. Her heart jumped and she fell back onto me harder.



I moved my fingers over her wet panties and moved my skillful hand down the front of her body. It went over her soaked pussy lips I grazed over her clitoris as soon as my fingered entered the slightest of fractions. Amanda moaned softly. I began to insert one of my massive fingers into her pussy. I’m guessing she’s been without sex MUCH longer than I.



Her pussy clenched around my middle finger as if it was the first time anything had penetrated her. She was unbelievably tight. I skillfully worked into and out of her tight hole as fast as I could, observing her heart rate to see what she liked best. She loved it when I nibbled on her ear and neck, felt her breasts, fondled her nipples, and shoved my finger into her as far as it would go. By now, my arousal had reinstated itself in my body.



My cock, still out, stood full erect; moving up the back of Amanda’s skirt and poking the back of her pussy. This excited her more. I switched hands and loudly slurped the soaked finger right next to her ear. The noise made her even wetter and hotter as she moaned louder. I started fondling her other breast with my saliva and pussy soaked hand. Amanda pulled my hand up to her mouth and began licking my soaked hand free of juices and my saliva. I nibbled her ear and told her to get ready.

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